Exploitation, Epilogue
© 2020 by Walter Reimer


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My crews went into the building the next day, going from floor to floor and retrieving the items I tagged for removal. Another crew removed the mascarons and other pieces of the façade.

And, at the beginning of the tenth day, the demolition company arrived to take the building down.

That was last year. Right now, the building that my employer had planned for the site is completed, done in a modernized Bauhaus design with a sort of museum in the main atrium, showcasing some of the architectural pieces from the original Hotel Aleksandr / Metropol, along with some of the interior design elements that I had tagged.

I never heard what happened to F.V. Lopanearov, but sometimes I do think of him and wonder if he got along with his relatives after so many years in hiding.

The porn studio and brothel on the ninth and eighth floors cleared out well before the bulldozers arrived. There’s always a market for commodities like that, so wherever they went I’m sure that they’re doing a good business.

Mrs. O.Ye. Rosomakhova had an Orthodox priest perform an exorcism on the seventh floor. However, I do hear that the seventh floor of the new building’s strangely . . . unoccupied. The movie posters fetched a fair price at auction.

The Red Queen, Mr. N.A. Shamnoi, did attempt to mount a legal challenge to the building’s demolition. The lawyers took one look at the money in Mrs. Rosomakhova’s paws and told him to find a new place. I haven’t seen or heard anything about the Communist art colony, nor have I heard anything about the two spies on the fifth floor.

Although I can guess that they were recalled to the United States and basically failed upward. Peter Principle in action, don’t you know.

The two hoarders, Genrikh and Afina, managed to sell a good portion of the items that they had and retired to the Crimea in style, so I’m told. The tank was acquired by the Kubinka Tank Museum, and the parts were used to bring one of their exhibits up to operating standard. It’s a big hit at parades.

I did tell the politsiya about the militants on the third floor, and once they stopped laughing . . . well, you get the picture.

Mrs. Rosomakhova and her family are probably doing quite well. Wolverines are survivors.

The bear I hit with the pepper spray, Mr. Dmitri Alekseevich Medved, filed a complaint against me with the police, and hired a lawyer to sue me for assaulting him. Both the charges and the suit were dismissed based on the sworn testimony of the only witness, one Boris Antanas Barakus, a Lithuanian sable in Mr. Medved’s employ. Mr. Barakus testified that Mr. Medved had assaulted me, and I had acted in self-defense. According to the transcript, Mr. Barakus said, “I pity the fool.”

The movie camera and the wall decoration? Well, an anonymous buyer acquired it, and it’s now in a museum. I had the film developed, but the same anonymous buyer bought it from me, and I can’t tell you what was on it. Permanently enjoined, if you want the exact legal wording.

But it seems that the guy who developed the film for me also made a digital recording of it. I won’t give it away, but if you go to SmutHive’s ‘vintage’ category and type “Russian pee hookers” into the search window, you may be quite surprised.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a new project pending in France. Excuse me? Oh, the portrait of Brezhnev? I had it restored, and it’s hanging up in the reception area. I’m surprised you didn’t see it when you came in.



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